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Due to an itsy-bitsy tick munching into the crook of my arm, I spent most of yesterday at the doctor’s office being treated for tick bite.

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(And a slight burn, but more on that later.)

Thursday morning, M. and I discussed whether to camp out for one more night or head to Boston for the day before starting our eight-hour return journey home. The Cape Ann, Massachusetts forecast called for afternoon and evening thunderstorms, with strong winds and potential hail, so we both agreed it would be pretty miserable breaking camp with a soggy tent and water-laden equipment.

As we debated over our early morning brewed-over-a-fire coffee, a few fat raindrops began to fall. M. immediately sprung into action and leapt into the tent. Momentarily, I heard a bunch of clattering/banging, followed by some curse words, and what sounded like a frantic struggle to roll/cram equipment into prospective compartments.

Humming, I lifted Lexi into my lap and cradled her in my arms to nurse. That’s when I noticed a black speck in the crease of my right crook. I brushed at the spot but it appeared to be embedded into my skin.

There were tiny legs and a small ass swaying in the breeze, pointing straight up at me.

Ohh crap.

“Ummm..honey? What does a tick look like?”

Silence. Then: “I’ll be right out.”

M. unzipped the tent and stepped over to the log Lexi and I were lounging on to examine my arm.

“Yep, it’s a tick, all right.”

Oh god. There was a pinkish patch of irritation creeping beneath where the teeny blood-sucker had latched on.

M. raised an eyebrow, lit a cigarette, and took a long, cool drag, before announcing: “We’re going to burn it off.”

WHAT??!

That which ensued was a trauma resembling a comedy routine: Lexi twisted in my lap and burst into giggles as I yelped in pain, while M. tried to burn the damn thing off with his cigarette — the tick was tiny and the cherry was burning into my skin! — We were in a hurry and admittedly it was not the best decision, but the relentless black tick finally did let go with head intact.

I also received a lovely slight burn mark in the process.

By the way, burning a tick off isnot the proper procedure for tick removal, as we later learned. Apparently, putting the tick under any duress (like scalding it with a cigarette, or coating it in Vasoline for suffocation, etc.) may cause the itty critter to puke up its guts and act as a syringe, plunging whatever gunk/bacteria held in its stomach straight into your wound.

Use fine-tipped tweezers to grasp the tick as close to the skin’s surface as possible.

Pull upward with steady, even pressure. Don’t twist or jerk the tick; this can cause the mouth-parts to break off and remain in the skin. If this happens, remove the mouth-parts with tweezers. If you are unable to remove the mouth easily with clean tweezers, leave it alone and let the skin heal.

After removing the tick, thoroughly clean the bite area and your hands with rubbing alcohol, an iodine scrub, or soap and water.

Totally freaked out, I visited the doctor yesterday and was prescribed antibiotics for the (rare) occurrence of Lyme Disease and, in a few weeks, as a precautionary measure, will contact the Health Department to have blood work done for further evaluation.

2 Responses to “Yecch, I Was Bitten By A Tick!”

Secondly, I am sorry you can never visit me here near Houston, TX. There are trees and occasional ticks. And we just pull them off and take a shower if we ever meet. I hate ticks, but I think that you and hubby may have overreacted just a tiny, itty, bitty bit.

If there was ever a reason for giving up smoking, I think I would bring this up. I mean, from my pov, if he didn't have cigarettes, I doubt he would have burned you with anything else…I can't picture him running after you with a burning twig for example…

And, M. was chasing me around with the prongs of a scalding fork held under the flame of his lighter. Ticks gnawing into my flesh be damned, I'll probably have a permanent scar there now from M.'s shenanigans.

(I forgot to mention the doctor visit was due to a rash forming beneath the tick bite the next day…of course, that could also be due to HAVING A FREAKING HOLE BURNED INTO MY ARM!)